Cuphead Parent Scenarios

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Hiya fellas and lovely ladies.
I thought it would be fun to add two new characters to our tale.
Porkrind and Beatrice (she's my personal OC)
FYI- for 
Porkrind- you are a goat kid
Beatrice- You are a possum  

Porkrind. 
Finding you-
Porkrind was heading to his emporium in inkwell Isle 3 when he heard a high pitched wailing. He looked around confused and followed the source of the cry. He followed it into an alleyway where it was coming from a small box "What the-?" He asked slowly opening the top of the box, seeing a small pair of eyes staring back at him. Porkrind  jumps back slightly before he kneels down and picks up the little child now seeing that it was a small goat kid only a few weeks old. "Now who on earth would leave you here?" He said in his deep voice. the baby kid looked up at him with wide eyes, and extended his/her arms to his face. "Ugh... Well I can't leave a tike like you here." He smiled carrying the kid towards his emporium.  

Naming you- 
Porkrind sighed as he was restocking the emporium taking brief glances at the small goat that was cuddled up in a cloth he had nearby, a slight smile crossed his face as he saw that the kid was sound asleep. He went towards the baby and lightly ran a hand over their head jostling their (H/C) hair feeling small horns. "Well I guess your staying with me ey?" He said gently picking up the small goat and carrying them to the back where he lightly layed them down on another softer blanket. Porkrind sat down and cradled the small goat in his arms. "Hmm I'm gonna have to name you if your gonna stay with me." He leaned back and thought for a while before coming to a decision. "I'mma call you (Y/N)"

Beatrice the bat
Finding you- 
Beatrice sighed hanging upside down from a tree boredly swinging. Until she saw someone in a dark hood put something in a tree hole, she tilted her head confused and listened in.
"I'm sorry my dear... It's the only way that you can be safe." Beatrice frowned slightly as she heard a soft whine as the woman (by there voice) ran away. Flying down from the tree she peeked into the hole seeing a small pointed nose looking at her.
"Awwwwwwwwwwww! It's a baby!" She cooed quietly picking up the small rodent in the (F/C) onesie.

Naming you-
Beatrice smiled leaning against a tree sitting on one of the branches, with the small possum on her lap sleeping quietly when she looked closer she saw a paper in the onesie pocket, gently taking it out she started to read.
'To Whomever found my baby
I'm so sorry for leaving him/her all alone, my husband never wanted a child and said either you get rid of it or I'll do it myself.
To keep them safe I put them somewhere where someone kind will take them in.
Their only two weeks old...
Please take good care of my little (Y/N).
-Love, an unworthy mother...'
Beatrice saw that there were tear stains on the paper, the lady who wrote it must not have wanted to give up their child.
Looking down at the baby in her lap she smiled and lightly pressed a kiss on his/her head.
"Well (Y/N) Looks like your my little Girl/Boy now."